This morning Rose was playacting while I was doing her hair. In a babyish voice she asked me, “Why do I have to go to school?”
“Why do you think you have to go to school?” I countered.
“I don’t know; that’s why I asked you the question.”
“I’ll bet you can come up with some reasons.”
“Because if I didn’t go to school, I would never get smart, and I wouldn’t be able to count my children.”
This reminded me of one of my favorite Calvin Grondahl cartoons. (He’s a Mormon cartoonist. I just checked to see whether this cartoon of his from a couple of decades ago had been put online yet, and the 4th Google hit for “Calvin Grondahl nuclear physicist” is a post of mine from three years ago.)
Anyway, the cartoon shows a young Mormon woman sharing her testimony from the pulpit, saying, ““And so I came to BYU to study nuclear physics, not so that I could become a nuclear physicist, but so that I could teach nuclear physics to my children in the home.”
By the way: I have five.
That’s an easy number to keep track of when they’re standing still. But I do a lot of recounts when I try to take them anywhere.